Guess who's back? Speec........ Ive already done that one, haven't I. Well, you need to understand that I write when I have an urge.
I have very few viewers. I have even less obligation.
This whole thing is for me to look back on.
You are more than welcome to jump aboard the SS Speechless but remember I sail this ship and In times of literate scurvy you are more than welcome to abandon ship but only after the Captain. Where's this one going? I don't know yet. I may just meander through short thought patterns. We'll see.
I came down with a cold. Nothing serious, just one of those snotty, phlegmy, energy sucking, lethargy promoting colds, So I laid up in Kampot for a while, travelling like that isn't fun and it's not fair to spread it around the bus.
Dr Speechless prescribed me some happy pizzas to be taken daily with a combination of Klang beer and certain herbs that needed to be inhaled. I'm still in the remnants of the cold now but the good old Doc told me the medication would make me feel better and you know what, he's right.
Anyway, I'm in northern Thailand now, Chiang Mai, Nice and relaxed, good food in abundance. Lots of tourists like myself (well nearly) but that seems the norm these days. From Kampot I travelled to Bangkok on a combination of tuk tuk and mini vans. It was an arse of a journey as the mini vans are exactly that. I'm only a little guy, 5'8" and I had to sit with my legs spread like I was ready to accept. All in all it was about fourteen hours. The only good thing about the trip was that I had overstayed in Cambodia for six days. I thought that I would just pay the three dollar per day fine at the border. Anyway, the lovely immigration man, Dave or whatever his name was, stamped my passport and didn't even mention my overstay. Now usually these motherfxxkers try to fleece you for everything including three dollars administration fee. Me, nothing. Yippie.
Anyway, I'm in northern Thailand now, Chiang Mai, Nice and relaxed, good food in abundance. Lots of tourists like myself (well nearly) but that seems the norm these days. From Kampot I travelled to Bangkok on a combination of tuk tuk and mini vans. It was an arse of a journey as the mini vans are exactly that. I'm only a little guy, 5'8" and I had to sit with my legs spread like I was ready to accept. All in all it was about fourteen hours. The only good thing about the trip was that I had overstayed in Cambodia for six days. I thought that I would just pay the three dollar per day fine at the border. Anyway, the lovely immigration man, Dave or whatever his name was, stamped my passport and didn't even mention my overstay. Now usually these motherfxxkers try to fleece you for everything including three dollars administration fee. Me, nothing. Yippie.
It was a double yippie with a bit of Cambodian cooking herb on top when another traveller informed me that they've just put it up to ten dollars a day! Man, creating your own reality can sometimes be a real money saver.
I miss Kampot. I'm slightly homesick for Cambodia. On the road the drivers technique was, well, let's say interesting. He was the kind of driver who made you feel like you are alive!
You just don't know how long for.
I laid up in Bangkok at a hostel called 'THE OVERSTAY'. Very cool,the guys who run it are the real deal. I've only stayed there once before but Flo, the joint owner remembered me and although they were full up, they sorted my out a couch which they turned into a bed for me. He refused to charge me for it, because he's a beautiful person. (I made sure I paid the girl for it when I left).
I laid up in Bangkok at a hostel called 'THE OVERSTAY'. Very cool,the guys who run it are the real deal. I've only stayed there once before but Flo, the joint owner remembered me and although they were full up, they sorted my out a couch which they turned into a bed for me. He refused to charge me for it, because he's a beautiful person. (I made sure I paid the girl for it when I left).
He's so beautiful that he did a real show of solidarity to his friend
(I hope I spell this right) Juanco. What happened was that the police decided to invite themselves over. All one hundred and fifty of them. They didn't even make a reservation. Anyway to cut a long story short, the end. Hold on, to cut a long story medium, they got caught with a small amount of electric tea leaves. They spent a couple of weeks in the Bangkok Hilton. Relaxing, socialising as you do. They shave your hair for free when you go inside, which I think is very generous of them, unless you dont' want it cut and I suspect Juanco didn't. He had the most wonderful thick, fat, solid established dreads right down to his bum. Not any more. So at a solidarity party, Flo shaved all his dreads off for his bro. I don't know why they didn't shave Flo's hair in prison. It doesn't matter. What matters is his gesture.
From Bangkok I took a train to here, Chiang Mai. It was about fifteen hours but easy travelling. I've been doing too much travelling in the last few days to have any adventures. There is one coming up though. I'm in the process of creating it. It's going to happen on new years eve in Myanmar and I believe I will be the only one doing it. Can't say any more at the moment.
From Bangkok I took a train to here, Chiang Mai. It was about fifteen hours but easy travelling. I've been doing too much travelling in the last few days to have any adventures. There is one coming up though. I'm in the process of creating it. It's going to happen on new years eve in Myanmar and I believe I will be the only one doing it. Can't say any more at the moment.
Like a good teaspoon full of phlegm I just needed to get this boring stuff off my chest. Then maybe I will tell you a story.
Speechless.
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